Then looked into the coffin.

“We believe his name is Jacob Mercer.”

Marcus lowered his eyes.

“Reeves-Hale’s forensic accountant.”

“He disappeared six weeks ago,” Detective Moreno said.

My stomach twisted.

“Because he found something?”

Marcus nodded.

“Thirty-two million dollars missing over eight years.”

I looked toward Thomas.

He was sitting handcuffed beneath the funeral canopy.

Evelyn stood twenty feet away, staring at the husband she had buried eleven years earlier.

“How?”

Her voice cracked.

“How are you alive?”

Thomas looked at her.

“You really want that conversation here?”

“Yes.”

Something broke inside her.

“YES!”

The cemetery went silent.

Thomas’s expression changed.

For a second, I saw charm there.

The kind of charm Daniel must have inherited.

“I had debts,” Thomas said.

“Bad ones.”

“You drowned.”

“I left a boat.

Blood.

Enough evidence.”

“I raised our children alone!”

“You had money.”

Her hand moved before anybody could stop her.

The slap cracked across his face.

“You let your son grieve you!”

Thomas slowly turned back.

Then smiled.

“He stopped grieving eventually.”

Evelyn hit him again.

Detective Moreno stepped between them.

I barely noticed.

Because Marcus had grabbed my arm.

“Claire.”

“What?”

“Where is Daniel?”

“I don’t know.”

“When did you last see him?”

“Six seventeen this morning.

He left the hotel.”

“Did he say where?”

“No.”

Marcus’s face tightened.

“Thomas didn’t come to the cemetery alone.”

I remembered the call.

The breathing.

Three knocks.

Two.

Three.

“Someone has him.”

My phone buzzed.

Another email.

Not scheduled.

Sent from Daniel’s account seconds earlier.

There was no message.

Only a photograph.

Daniel sat tied to a metal chair.

Blood covered one side of his face.

Behind him was a concrete wall painted with a faded blue number.

47.

I nearly dropped the phone.

Marcus stared.

“I know that wall.”

“Where?”

“Terminal Forty-Seven.”

“What is that?”

“Old Reeves Maritime property south of Seattle.”

Detective Moreno heard him.

“How far?”

“Twenty minutes.”

She was already reaching for her radio.

Then Thomas laughed.

We all turned.

“What’s funny?”

I demanded.

“You think he’s there?”

My body went cold.

Thomas leaned back in the chair.

“You’re always one move behind, Claire.”

My name in his mouth made me sick.

“How do you know me?”

Thomas smiled.

“My son talked about you.”

“You spoke to Daniel?”

“For months.”

Marcus stepped forward.

“What did you do?”

Thomas ignored him.

He looked only at me.

“You want to know the tragedy?”

I said nothing.

“He could have walked away.”

“Where is he?”

“He could have had a comfortable life.

But Daniel inherited his mother’s disease.”

Evelyn’s voice trembled.

“What disease?”

Thomas smiled at her.

“Morality.”

I lunged.

Detective Moreno grabbed me.

“WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?”

Thomas leaned closer.

“You should ask his sister.”

Natalie’s car was found abandoned seven minutes from the cemetery.

Her phone was inside.

So was a passport.

And twenty thousand dollars in cash.

By the time police arrived at Terminal Forty-Seven, I was in the back of Detective Moreno’s SUV.

She had ordered me to stay behind.

I had refused.

Rain hammered the windshield as industrial buildings appeared beside the water.